Nothing less than the whole healing of the human heart will suffice to end the madness that we call civilization. I can think of nothing I would rather do than play together with the amazing cyber tools we have here and discover what our part may be in assisting this to happen !

This writing below was emailed to me from a Yahoo group called RiverIIOsho http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RiverIIOsho

I thought it a good place to begin posting words form amazing beings about what can be done to turn this world back from the brink of self anihillation...

Nivedano: 'Osho - Is there anything we can do to prevent world destruction?'

Osho -

BE SILENT. Close your eyes. Feel your body to be completely frozen.

NOW LOOK INWARDS, with all your consciousness, with your total life energy, and with an urgency as if this is going to be your last moment.

JUST LIKE A SPEAR, MOVE TOWARDS THE CENTER. At the center you are just a witness, a pure silent space, witnessing the body, the mind... also witnessing the flowers showering on you... also WITNESSING THAT YOUR INDIVIDUALITY IS DISSOLVING, THAT YOU ARE BECOMING A PART OF THE OCEAN.

At this moment, when you are at the center of your being, you are a Buddha. And remember, the Buddha is not made of bones and blood and marrow. THE BUDDHA IS MADE ONLY OF WITNESSING. Whenever you are only a witness, you are a Buddha.

And this is so simple, because it is so natural. It is your very being.

This eternity... this universe is absolutely happy with you, is rejoicing with your silence.

Make the witnessing absolutely clear.

Nivedano...

(Drumbeat)

RELAX, LET GO. Remember the last words of Ikkyu, "So be it...."

Utterly silent, serene, the Buddha Auditorium has become a lake of consciousness. INDIVIDUALS ARE GONE; there is not even a ripple on the lake.

YOU ARE BLESSED. At this moment, nowhere in the world ten thousand Buddhas are sitting in meditation, WITNESSING AND CREATING A TREMENDOUSLY POWERFUL ENERGY-FIELD.

WE ARE TRYING TO REVIVE A GOLDEN PAST -- not of the ordinary masses, but only of the Buddhas.

THE WORLD HAS ONLY ONE POSSIBILITY TO SURVIVE -- AND THAT POSSIBILITY IS TO SPREAD BUDDHAHOOD AROUND THE EARTH AS FAST AS YOU CAN. Otherwise, within twelve years this immensely beautiful planet will be simply dead -- nothing alive, not even a wild flower.

And it is unfortunate because THIS IS THE ONLY PLANET IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE WHICH HAS GROWN TO THE POINT WHERE ONE CAN BECOME A BUDDHA, WHERE ONE CAN BECOME AN IMMORTAL. At this moment you are immortal. At this moment death does not exist for you.

AT THIS MOMENT YOU HAVE THE VERY SECRET MIRACULOUS PRINCIPLE IN YOUR HANDS. Use it, be it -- there is no name for it -- sing it, dance it, but remain utterly silent about it. Saying anything about it is betraying the miraculous principle.

SPREAD THE FIRE OF BUDDHAHOOD TO ALL THE NOOKS AND CORNERS OF THE EARTH. That is the only protection against nuclear weapons.

Now collect as much of the experience as you can before Nivedano calls you back, AND PERSUADE THE BUDDHA -- GO ON PERSUADING EVERY DAY. Inch by inch, he will come closer to the circumference. Bring him with you.

EVERYBODY IS PREGNANT WITH A BUDDHA. Just it takes a little time... because for centuries you have never thought about it. It is so new to think that you are a Buddha, so rebellious to think that you are a Buddha.

But as far as I am concerned, this is a simple fact, a simple truth.

Gather as much as you can.

Nivedano...

(Drumbeat)

COME BACK -- but come with the same serenity, silence, grace, beauty, and sit down for few moments remembering the space you have been in, remembering the path, the golden path, that you have followed to reach to your center.

And remember that at the center only witnessing is the truth. EVERYTHING DIES, ONLY WITNESSING REMAINS.

WITNESSING IS OUR ETERNITY -- but live it in your actions, in your words, in your responses, in your silences, in your songs, in your dances.

We can create a world of great splendor, in spite of all the idiots who are determined to destroy it.

OSHO
Rinzai: Master of the Irrational
Ch #8: Holidays are not for saints
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